[Verse 1]
Toasting a Pop-Tart and thinking of you
There's a lot I'd rather do
Instead I'm biting my lip
And I'm biting yours too
Till the blood tastes like chocolate goo
Our bodies are twirlin'
The kitchen is burning

[Chorus]
When we both choked down the ashes
You mention you're bored
I guess I could've toasted more